Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.